Chapter 1108: Dizzying Yan Guanzhu

When Zu'an fought Mi Li back then, he had the advantage of the "rich woman's happy ball," and Mi Li didn't exert her full strength, deeming him too weak.

Yan Xuehen, however, was different this time. She seemed to sense his improved cultivation, and her attacks were relentless, forcing Zu'an to employ all his skills and various special abilities just to barely keep up.

He knew he couldn't hold out much longer if this continued.

Observing the situation, Yu Yanluo quickly summoned her Thousand-Mile Mountain and Sea Map. Knowing it couldn't trap a Grandmaster, she didn't use it to attack Yan Xuehen directly but instead focused on assisting Zu'an.

As she swiftly sketched in the air with her paintbrush, Zu'an instantly felt light as a swallow, his strength notably increasing, among other enhancements.

It was as if she had instantaneously bestowed many supportive auras upon him.

Yan Xuehen frowned, "Hmph, your relationship is indeed out of the ordinary."

Though outwardly gentle, making others feel at ease with her demeanor, Yu Yanluo was inherently a detached person and would never show such deep concern for others.

Yet, the anxiety and worry in her eyes at that moment were undeniably genuine.

"Since you've attacked my distinguished guest without provocation, I naturally won't stand idly by," Yu Yanluo stated coldly.

Yan Xuehen scoffed softly, clearly unconvinced by her explanation.

With Yu Yanluo's assistance, Zu'an found a moment to breathe and seized the chance to say, "Master Yan, we're all acquainted. Is there truly a need for such a life-and-death struggle?"

Yan Xuehen's face hardened. "Who's acquainted with you?"

Her words had barely left her lips when her attacks intensified.

She was perplexed. In theory, a Grandmaster should effortlessly overpower cultivators of lower realms. Yet, this man before her was unusually peculiar; his actual strength far surpassed his visible rank, and his seemingly endless array of tricks made him quite challenging to handle.

Still, despite this, the gap in cultivation realms was immense, a world of difference.

With a flick of her sleeve, Yu Yanluo let out a muffled groan. The Thousand-Mile Mountain and Sea Map fell uncontrollably to the ground, and all of Zu'an's various enhancements naturally vanished.

Yu Yanluo understood that Yan Xuehen had held back; otherwise, that single move would have either killed or severely wounded her.

It was clear Yan Xuehen was respecting her status as the head of the Yu family, signaling for her to cease her interference.

However, the moment she picked up her paintbrush, her body went limp. Only then did she realize her acupoints had been sealed by her opponent.

She was inwardly horrified. Yan Xuehen's casual move had silently incapacitated her simultaneously. This level of cultivation intensified her worry for Zu'an's safety.

Without Yu Yanluo's assistance, Zu'an immediately felt the pressure intensify. Struggling to keep up, he called out, "If this continues, your disciple will become a widow! Do you want her to resent you for the rest of her life?"

Yan Xuehen remained unperturbed. "Hmph, killing him would be perfect. It prevents him from disturbing Chu Yan's Dao heart. Even if she blames me initially, once she comprehends the true meaning of the unity of heaven and man in the future, she will naturally understand her master's painstaking intentions."

Zu'an was speechless.

This woman genuinely intended to kill him!

Realizing this, he discarded all restraint and began to hurl insults: "You old Daoist nun, you must pride yourself on your beauty, but you can't compare to Lady Yu. Seeing her have such a good relationship with me, you became jealous, and so your attacks grew increasingly vicious. What you cannot have, you refuse to let anyone else possess!"

Initially, Zu'an had held back from using certain deadly techniques out of respect for her being Chu Yan's master. However, seeing that she truly intended to kill him, he no longer held back.

Given the significant disparity in their strengths, his only chance to reverse the situation was to provoke her, hoping she would reveal a weakness.

"Old Daoist nun?" Upon hearing the epithet, Yan Xuehen's breathing suddenly quickened.

White Jade Capital was a Daoist sect, and although she appeared young and beautiful, as the master of the temple, she was a senior figure in the martial arts world, renowned for many years. Thus, calling her an "old Daoist nun" was technically not improper.

Nevertheless, she was a woman, and who wouldn't care about such things?

Furthermore, owing to her status, position, and exceptional beauty, she was always treated with utmost courtesy wherever she went, with some even addressing her as "Immortal Fairy."

While she humbly requested people not to use such titles, she was secretly pleased.

To be called an "old Daoist nun" by a mere youngster, and accused of jealousy because she couldn't compare to Yu Yanluo—this was truly preposterous.

Rage from Yan Xuehen: 222,222,222...

Yu Yanluo, observing from the side, wore a peculiar expression, thinking how audacious Zu'an was to speak to a Grandmaster in such a manner.

A hint of worry involuntarily crossed her face, realizing this would only put him in greater peril.

As expected, Yan Xuehen's speed noticeably increased.

Zu'an failed to dodge several attacks and was already bruised, but fortunately, his sturdy physique prevented him from losing his combat effectiveness.

Seeing the desired effect, Zu'an was pleased rather than surprised. However, this level of rage seemed insufficient to achieve his ultimate goal.

While moderate anger can enhance combat prowess, only extreme fury is likely to induce mistakes.

He then intensified his taunts, dodging while he spoke: "Oh, I get it now. You old Daoist nun, with your irregular periods and menopausal symptoms, must be green with envy that your disciple found such a wonderful husband, while you're destined to be a millennia-old virgin. That's why you're so perverse inside."

"You want your disciple to suffer what you suffered, unable to stand her being more respected than you. Are you even human?"

"If you're jealous, just say so. For Chu Yan's sake, I could let you experience what it feels like to have a boyfriend. Why resort to all this violence?"

"Irregular periods? Menopausal symptoms..." Hearing these crude and outrageous insults, Yan Xuehen nearly fainted from rage. How could this little scoundrel be so utterly shameless and despicable?

Was Chu Yan blind?

Rage from Yan Xuehen: 999,999,999...

"Shameless scoundrel, die!" Yan Xuehen unleashed her full power without any further restraint. She ascended into the air, her dark hair swirling as an intensely cold domain began to spread around her.

Zu'an's face turned grim as he began to ready his various trump cards.